The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

Though it’s called a sparring match, I have no intention of letting things that shouldn’t connect actually connect.

I also had no intention of leaving what I was trying to do as it was.

So, I gripped the scabbard even more firmly.

So that it could never be shaken off.

Following that, the inner energy that Cheongun had been circulating flowed through the scabbard.

‘…Huh!’

Surprisingly, an exclamation burst out.

Cheongun’s inner energy wasn’t aimed at shaking off the scabbard, but at twisting the scabbard itself.

A scabbard isn’t originally round in shape.

It’s flat, shaped to fit a sword.

The wide surface faced the palm, then the fingers spread apart momentarily due to that strong twisting force.

Isn’t that amazing?

Where on earth does this kind of combat sense come from?

This sense cannot be perfected through natural talent alone.

Looking at the twisted scabbard, Geomma’s eyes, which had been filled with interest, had changed to indescribable ecstasy and exhilaration.

I chose my disciple well.

There are those stronger than Cheongun, but I’ve never heard of or seen talent like this.

Couldn’t it truly be called overwhelming?

Cheongun’s movements didn’t end with successfully pulling out the scabbard.

The fact that he gripped the scabbard firmly.

That was equivalent to saying this:

He had made himself into a support.

Cheongun twisted the scabbard while using Geomma’s strength as support to rotate his body smoothly and naturally.

Simultaneously with that rotation, the tip of the sword flew toward Geomma’s throat once again to pierce through.

His eyes showed not an inch of hesitation.

If it pierced through like that?

It would be like a judgment directly delivered to one who wasn’t even qualified to have Cheongun as a disciple.

Geomma didn’t move.

Even though the tip of that sword reached right up close, he didn’t even twitch.

He was still just looking at Cheongun with eyes full of interest.

Eyes that wanted to confirm something.

Something from Cheongun.

Clang.

However, the sword that was about to pierce through his throat was blocked by an unknown force.

With that strike as the end, they briefly created distance.

“This is… truly unexpected.”

“Is that so?”

There’s not the slightest hesitation at the tip of the sword.

As if he sees me as a complete enemy.

“I can feel in you the essence of those who have struggled solely to survive from the moment they were born.”

As expected, Geomma is indeed Geomma.

It seems he felt that much from just those few exchanges.

“The attitude that emanates from your usual demeanor is far from that.”

“Those who have nothing at all are like that, but those who have much are also like that.”

“Hehe. Yes. That’s right. Fighting to protect is indeed harder. Let’s stop here.”

Is it over already?

Just when the excitement was starting to build up.

“From now on, look only at me.”

Suddenly, Geomma’s sword begins to move slowly.

“I’ve never shown you directly, have I?”

“That’s correct.”

“Watch with your eyes, hold it in your heart, and engrave it in your mind.”

Geomma grips his sword forward and soon closes his eyes.

“Silent Annihilation “

Geomma’s fingertips stroke the blade as if caressing a child.

At the same time, he slowly opened his eyes, and soon I couldn’t feel anything from Geomma.

It was remarkably quiet.

Even a lake at dawn wouldn’t be this calm.

He’s distinctly different from others.

He’s neither gathering energy nor circulating inner power.

Silent Annihilation.

A quiet destruction.

It seems like the most fitting appearance above all else.

‘Completely unreadable…’

Before the thought could even finish.

“…!”

Cheongun hastily drew his sword and twisted his body.

Then, using that recoil as rotational force, he swung strongly to the side.

Whoosh.

Only the sound of the sword cutting through the wind echoes.

Jasoyon, who had been watching while holding his breath, soon shows a puzzled expression.

‘What is he doing…?’

Nothing is visible or felt, yet suddenly swinging a sword at empty air.

Though he couldn’t properly see other things, he saw this much clearly.

However, that fact itself was embarrassing.

When he first saw that man at the inn.

He thought he was around the same age as himself.

But seeing him now, he doubts whether they’re really the same age.

‘How can he be so strong…?’

Isn’t it logically impossible?

He thought he was quite talented himself, but it seems the phrase “beyond the heavens” isn’t there for nothing.

At first, Jasoyon had felt that somewhat from Jaseongchin, who was Jangmunin’s disciple.

Overwhelming talent.

The growth he showed even at that young age was truly worthy of being called a genius.

“How did you know?”

Geomma’s eyes seem quite surprised.

His widened pupils proved that thought wasn’t wrong.

“I suppose you could call it instinct.”

“Ha, haha. Instinct. Yes. The instincts of those who have approached death sometimes accomplish miraculous things.”

Though Cheongun blocked it, it wasn’t perfect.

His reaction was quite slow.

If he hadn’t reacted, at least half his arm would have been deeply cut.

“Something miraculous…”

To call blocking his own sword so unstably like this.

To express such a thing as a miraculous sword even after seeing this.

Cheongun occasionally heard that he was arrogant or mad.

He thought he understood why he heard such things.

Even Cheongun thought that if it were others, unless a miracle followed them, they wouldn’t have seen or felt this sword.

‘Silent Annihilation …’

Silently annihilating the opponent.

Could there be any words that fit better than this?

“How did you do that?”

“Hehe. Why? Are you getting motivated?”

“You didn’t swing your sword, and I couldn’t feel any internal energy either.”

It was hard to understand.

Or had Cheongun swung his sword at a speed too fast for him to perceive?

If that were the case, it would be surprising, but even if not, it was still an amazing feat.

“You observed well. Since it’s not yet complete, even I cannot use it many times.”

And yet he had evaded it.

Even having witnessed it directly, such an unbelievable event had occurred that even Geomma couldn’t find more words to continue.

“It seems to require quite a lot of mental strength.”

“Hm. That’s right. Now, isn’t it your turn? Come, show me.”

The anticipation in Geomma’s eyes grew even stronger.

“I’m coming.”

Cheongun was different from Geomma.

Even from the outside, one could see and feel an enormous amount of internal energy being utilized.

When it comes to Cheongun’s swordsmanship, there are two main sword techniques he uses.

One is Paryu, the other is Jegang.

Balanced sword techniques where neither could be said to excel over the other.

Therefore, Cheongun had instead created a sword technique that broke that balance.

A result achieved based on valuable experiences accumulated over time.

Bringing together and encompassing several profound martial arts.

Since some weren’t even sword techniques, its completion was relatively lacking to be called finished yet.

“Mugyeolgeom (Martial Unity Sword) – Jeolcho.”

“Mugyeol (Martial Unity)?”

For a moment, Geomma thought this was an answer to that sword he had called miraculous.

Containing perfection.

Lacking nothing anywhere.

However, upon seeing Cheongun’s sword unfold, he changed his thinking.

“This is…”

Geomma’s expression while watching Cheongun’s sword was like that of someone deeply entranced, unable to escape.

It was beautiful.

Sometimes it felt familiar, then completely new things could be felt as well.

But among those familiar elements, things from the Demonic Sect were also melted in together.

Unless one was at Geomma’s level.

And unless one had directly seen and experienced it, the subtlety was such that it couldn’t be grasped.

‘Pokdanma’s techniques, Hwanghwondo methods, and even Cheonyugjong’s are mixed in…’

How could such a thing be possible?

Even if one was born with the qualities of a grandmaster, extracting only the advantages of each martial art to create this wouldn’t be easy.

And it hadn’t even taken a long time to achieve this.

Though each seemed to break apart separately, they became one flow converging to a single point.

It was so natural in itself that it made one forget even the fact of sparring and stare blankly.

“Yes. Come.”

When that crystallization finally began to slowly approach, Geomma realized.

That the ‘mu’ in Cheongun’s technique wasn’t the ‘mu’ of perfection, but the ‘mu’ of martial force.

And that ‘gyeol’ wasn’t the ‘gyeol’ of flaw, but the ‘gyeol’ of binding.

While containing the principles of Yuneungjegang (softness overcoming hardness) intact, it also contained the principles of other martial arts.

Even for Geomma, who had directly witnessed countless martial arts over those many years, this was a scene difficult to understand within his common sense.

And, does he have quite a lot of internal energy?

Even old monsters who had accumulated internal energy for dozens of lifetimes probably wouldn’t have this much.

A sword filled with tremendous internal energy.

And the sword path along which that sword moved.

Following that sword path, it began creating waves powerful enough to topple trees in the distant forest.

Depending on the direction the sword tip pointed, trees would fall, and when directed toward the earth, it began splitting and carving deeply as if an earthquake had occurred.

“…Huh!”

“Wh-what…!!”

Geomma’s eyes, which had been full of interest, were colored with bewilderment, and Jasoyon’s eyes, which had been soaked in amazement, filled with shock.

“It’s been a while.”

Unlike before, this time Geomma also showed no restraint.

An aura as massive and violent as Cheongun’s flowed out through his sword.

“Th-this is impossible…”

The aftermath was so intense that even simply keeping one’s eyes open to watch was difficult.

Only after wrapping his body in true energy and driving his sheathed sword into the ground to secure it firmly did it feel like mere watching was permitted.

Could this really be called watching?

It wasn’t a fierce sandstorm swirling, nor a storm violent enough to overflow rivers.

To think such events could occur from merely the aftermath of internal energy.

Just as the two forces were about to clash.

“…Stop!!”

A considerably urgent voice was approaching rapidly.

It was so urgent that when he looked toward where the sound came from, the speaker had already passed by.

When Jasoyon turned his gaze back.

The Patriarch had appeared at the center of the two forces.

“What on earth are you doing?!!”

Along with an enraged voice, internal energy began rising rapidly.

Geomma was already an acquaintance.

He also knew how strong he was.

But what exactly was this young man?

His internal energy was shocking to a frightening degree.

However, how could someone so closely related to Geomma possess such pure internal energy?

Though everything was full of questions, stopping the collision of the two forces was the urgent priority.

Despite hastily raising his internal energy, the noble-level internal energy quickly redirected the two forces.

Then he twisted the direction of that power toward the sky.

Not long after, the clash of the two forces occurred in the sky.

From the aftermath created by that clash alone, trees in the distance fell and the ground trembled.

Clouds scattered around the area centered on where the clash occurred.

“…Huh.”

The Patriarch looking up at the sky.

Jasoyon also followed suit and looked up at the sky.

To think such a clear sky was created by human hands.

It was simply amazing.

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